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Mother Combs' Nursery Rhymes

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By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

There once was a little girl

Who loved her books

In a chair, she would curl

Never caring about her looks

As she was lost in a fantasy about a pearl

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Little Jackie Newsome

Was very gruesome

He'd sit in a chair

Pulling little girls' hair

And he didn't even think twice

That it wasn't very nice

Little Jackie Newsome

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Tiny Tommy Tatabum

LIked to drink his rum

From his teeny thimble

He claimed it helped him be nimble

But he was always on his bum

Was Tiny Tommy Tatabum

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Pretty little Willow

Likes to lie on my pillow

Surrounding herself with owls

Putting herself to sleep by counting her fowls

Pretty little Willow

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs